“So, I know what happened between you and Randi…”It was with a mischievous smile that Melissa
“So, I know what happened between you and Randi…”It was with a mischievous smile that Melissa had dropped that little nugget, like a lodestone between us, during a pause in conversation as we lingered over coffee. We had talked about vacations, we had talked about her cat, we had talked about lots of things, but this was the closest thing approaching work at our Friday business “Meeting”, and it hit me like a ton of bricks.I’m sure my face froze.“Wh-whut…what do y-” I beganShe cut me off with a laugh. “Oh my god, shush. It’s okay,” she said, eyes glimmering with a curious intensity, “It’s no big deal.” Casually, she inspected her perfectly done nails as my heart had already started to race. “I totally get it. We were all drinking, and you’re just a guy after all,” she said, as my blood began to flow again, now racing hot through my face, pounding at my temples, “And Randi’s…well, Randi.”I stammered something, if I remember, something about being drunk, something about being foolish, something about making a mistake. A mistake that ended up looking exactly like a late-night blow job in the front seat of Randi’s car. I did my best to save my dignity, salvage my pride, but despite the obvious mirth she was feeling watching me struggle and flounder I saw it in her eyes. Already to her, to my new Office Manager Melissa, I was a little…smaller. A little…less. I was less than the shining example of a man I possibly used to be to her. I was smaller than the pillar of virtue she maybe thought I was. I was a married man, and now I had strayed. I had my weaknesses, I watched her realize, like any other man“H-how much did she, um…tell you?” I found myself asking, feeling myself wilting under her forebearing gaze. My mind swam, remembering the dialogue between Randi and I, there in her imitation-leather bucket seats. I mean, with Melissa and Randi being friends, I had to realize that blow-job would be shared - but otherwise hopefully secret - knowledge. But the thought of Melissa knowing my, uh, submissive tendencies made my skin crawl.“Oh, she told me some stuff…” Melissa answered, too cryptically for my tastes, “but don’t worry. Randi’s not looking for a relationship. She’s not looking to cause any problems, if you know what I mean.” My marriage, my shaky situation with Sheryl hung in the air as an unspoken spectre between us. “But…she says she had fun. She says you’re…really something…” Oh my god is she talking about my embarrassingly huge cock? “But I wouldn’t worry about Randi. I’d worry about, well, the others…”What I didn’t get, at that moment in the coffee shop, was how quickly the enmities were going to start to bubble to the surface. The day at the office went fine, in it’s own typically tense fashion. It wasn’t until the next day, in a private moment alone when I had the chance to check Melissssy’s instagram account, that I realized what was starting to go down…She had re-posted an old photo, a promo shot from her “Mega Milk” days, and it looked like she was ready to own it, take control of her past. A shot across the bow, to all the haters. And it had already drawn a response from my staff, at least a couple of those who followed her. Charlotte and Carol (charlotte_gee and earli_girl…I knew their accounts) were obviously bold enough, behind the thin curtain of social media, to draw their claws.I shuddered, seeing this, unsure of what to do, how to think. If this was setting up to be a catfight between Melissa and the rest of the staff…whose side was I on? -- source link